Despite the jet lag, we woke up around 7am and made coffee. I ate a granola breakfast with the lactose free milk powder I'd brought from California, because there was no lactose free milk to be had during the provisioning the night before. Nothing was going to be available until 8am, but we ran around the boat looking for things that needed to be fixed before we left. Massi had discovered that her cabin fan didn't work, but surprisingly, as they had promised to Mark and Kathryn the day before, everything else seemed ready to go. We still had a little bit more provisioning to do (I'd forgotten my sailing gloves), and obviously the scuba gear and paddleboard would also have to be delivered before we left.
At 8:00am, the office opened and we promptly walked in. Ahead of us was a gentlemen who looked flustered and angry. It turned out that he had gotten his boat out late the day before, and then discovered that his generator didn't work, which meant he didn't have AC for the night, so in a fit of fury he returned to Nanny Cay at the fuel dock to get it fixed since he'd lost faith in Navigare, our charter company.
When we got to our turn, the receptionist had us finish off the paper work, and to our surprise, immediately got onto the phone and called our scuba equipment company asking them to deliver as soon as possible. She took my deposit for the boat, gave us a boat phone, various documents, and then asked us when we would like to depart. "As quickly as possible", came our reply. She looked a little taken aback and then proceeded to organize people to try to get us a check out captain. I was amazed at this level of customer service --- at previous charters most employees operated on "island time", and we'd be lucky to get off the docks by noon, these folks seemed intent on getting us out earlier!
Sure enough, by 8:45am, a checkout captain came by and started showing us the boat systems. These include the sewage pumpouts (which were electronic), where the fuses were, the sails, the engines, and the watermaker operation. The watermaker on this boat was in the strangest place possible inside the port side engine compartment. We were taught how to turn it on and which valve to adjust, but it would turn out later that the story we were told wasn't complete. We asked how often we were supposed to check the engine oil, and were told to check it every other day. Again, that was a unique schedule, as previous charter companies would say "every day", or "not at all, you paid for a boat with working engines!"
We noticed that the dinghy didn't come with a fuel canister, which we needed, and also noted that the water tanks needed to be topped off. In addition, Massi's cabin fan hadn't been fixed yet. The checkout captain seemed very optimistic that everything would be ready in time, but it was already 9:30. Surprisingly enough, things started happening at 10:00am. The scuba equipment arrived, along with the paddleboard, delivered by the same company. At the spur of a moment I decided to ask for two paddleboards, which the company happened to have, so they strapped it on. Arturo had worried that we wouldn't have enough space for two paddleboards but it turned out that they would just strap them back to back, fins out, and it worked out great.
Massi's fan got fixed, a hose was found to fill out water tanks, and then at 10:30am, and the boat next to us got moved so we were clear! The checkout captain came by and asked: "Would you like me to take it out or would you like to take it out yourself." It'd been 2 years since I'd operated a Catamaran, so I decided to let him take it out. The got us out of the dock and past the fuel dock, then a dinghy came to pick him up and I took over the helm.
We motor'd out of the channel markers and immediately prepared to raise the sail. I wanted to hit Norman Island, either Kelly's Cove or Privateer Bay. The sails went up without a hitch and before long I'd turned off the engines and we were sailing across the Sir Francis Drake channel. Privateer Bay looked busy, with multiple boats already alongside for the famous snorkeling near the Caves, so we opted to head to Kelly's Cove where we picked up a mooring ball for the night.
My initial thought was that we'd dinghy out to the Caves for a snorkel right after lunch but Xiaoqin and Arturo persuaded me that the smart thing to do was to snorkel at Kelly's Cave first so everyone got their gear ready. We ate lunch and did that. It turned out that the Yans thought they had snorkeled before, but their experience was a very curated one where they essentially put their face in the water, no swimming involved. So we had to set things up for them. Ying got 2 swimming noodles, and both Mingkuan and his dad got life jackets. After that initial snorkel the kids wanted to paddleboard so we got out the paddleboards. One of them didn't have an ankle tie, so we had to tie a spare piece of line where the ankle tie would be, and use that line to cleat the paddleboard off whenever it wasn't in use. We relied on all paddleboarders being confident swimmers to avoid having the kids tie a line around themselves every time they used it. Since the only kids onboard were mine and mine were good swimmers it worked out.
The kids, as kids would do decided to use the ankle tie on the one to tie to the other kid's paddleboard, and would take turns towing each other or just fool around. After they were done, each of the adults who were interested got a chance to play with them as well. Mingkuan was on his school's rowing team and took to paddleboarding with ease.
We got the dinghy out, put all of us in it, and sluggishly waddled across the mouth of the bight to the dinghy tie off to the caves. The outboard engine wasn't the most powerful, and it got the job done, but with 11 people on the dinghy it would ship water at the slightest provocation. Fortunately, we never took long enough trips on the dinghy for it to be a big deal.
Snorkeling at the caves is always fantastic, and we had fun exploring. The Yans were a bit overwhelmed, it being their second experience, and went back to the dinghy after exploring just two out of the three caves, but we had our fill and returned to the boat.
Arturo planned to have burgers for dinner tonight, and he had a hard time starting the grill. We tried to get the water maker running, but learned that it wasn't as easy. We called tech support but he was of no help. Eventually, the device would randomly work and we'd start getting water coming out of the water maker, after which we would close the engine compartment. Meanwhile, Arturo had finally managed to get the grill started despite the breeze, and proceeded to cook no less than 15 burgers.
Over the next few days, starting the water maker was always wracked with uncertainty. Eventually, Arturo would figure out the procedure, turning the knob all the way nearly closed until the device started pumping water, and then turning it back to increase the pressure until it started producing water. Once the water maker started, it was very fast, easily keeping up with all the showers on the boat running at once. Once the water tank read 100% (another weird quirk of the boat was that the water tank gauge would jump from 89% to 100% with nothing in between), we would turn off the generator.
After dinner, I showed Ying, Stone and MingKuan how washing up on a freshwater limited boat worked --- you would grab a couple of buckets of sea water, and soap up, and then only rinse with fresh water. While we had a water maker, every minute of water making consumed diesel, so we were effectively paying for water.
After all the washing was done, we turned off the lights for evening star gazing. We didn't know it then, but this would be the best night of star gazing for the trip, as the moon was waxing, and the weather wouldn't stay cooperative for the rest of the trip. The air was warm and stargazing on a sailboat on a Caribbean is a very comfortable way to do it. I spotted a shooting star, and it on a look up on the internet confirmed that this must be amongst the last remnants of the leonids meteor shower.
I proposed a plan to Arturo for the next day: a dive at the Indians in the morning, then a visit to the new wreck of the Willy T's near Key Cay on Peter Island, and then to Cooper Island for the night for a refill. It was an aggressive schedule but in the past I'd always been able to get to Cooper Island for a mooring ball by 2:00pm.








